“Me too.”
She swiftly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down his legs. Not bothering to take the time to admire the delicious way he looked in his black boxer-briefs, she simply ripped them off. And nearly gasped.
Seeing the widening of her eyes, he gave a low chuckle. “Trust me, it’ll fit.” He grinned. “And thanks for the unspoken compliment.”
She rolled her eyes at his arrogant tone. “A little pleased with ourselves, aren’t we?”
“Yep.”
She moved to straddle him again then stifled a moan as she felt his honeyed tip brush over the silk of her panties. Her panties. “Oh, I forgot,” she said with a blush, and quickly shimmied out of the annoying things. She reached for the clasp of her bra, but he reached out and covered her hand with his.
“Leave it on.”
She stared at him. In her experience, a man wanted a woman naked and there was no other way around it. “What?”
Travis gave an impish smile. “I told you, I like satin and lace.”
“Do you have a condom?” she suddenly asked, feeling awkward.
He nodded and reached for the pants she’d tossed aside. He pulled out a foil packet from the front pocket and, before she could blink, he’d opened it and slid the condom over his thick cock. The size of him made her mouth go dry. God, he was big. And it had been a very long time since she’d had sex.
“How long has it been for you?” he murmured, as if reading her mind.
“Four years,” she admitted.
Travis let out a soft whistle. “Shit, that’s like a century in man years.”
Rachel couldn’t help a laugh. “Is it a turn-off for you? Want me to stop?”
“Fuck no. It’s a turn-on, imagining how freaking tight you’re going to feel.”
The huskiness of her voice surprised her as she said, “How about we stop imagining?”
Without letting him reply, she impaled herself on his erection. They both gasped, and Travis let out a soft expletive. “Oh God,” he groaned. “You really are tight.”
And he was huge, his cock throbbing inside her, filling every inch of her. Rachel nearly passed out from the sheer pleasure of it, unable to move for a moment. But then she looked into his brown eyes, blazing with lust, and suddenly not moving became impossible,
With a soft moan, she began to ride him, grinding herself against him, as pleasure thundered through her body like a herd of wild horses.
“Oh my God,” she squeezed out, groaning at each hard thrust. “Why does this feel so good?”
Travis laughed and gripped her hips with his warm hands. “That’s how it’s supposed to feel, sweetheart.”
But it hadn’t felt like that before, not for her anyway. Sliding over him, Rachel basked in the new sensations, the thread of bliss coiling in her belly, circling her breasts, stealing her breath. When Travis reached up and cupped her breasts, she moaned again, leaning into his touch, gasping when he pinched her nipples with his fingers.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Keep doing that.”
“At your service,” he murmured, continuing to fondle her.
She rode him hard, fast. His features creased, making her wonder if she was hurting him, but when she tried to slow the pace, his fingers dug into her hips, urging her to continue. So she did. Keeping up the rough, hurried pace, until an orgasm seized her belly and exploded through her body. Shuddering from the overwhelming sensations, she collapsed on his chest, moaning against his feverish skin. The ripples of ecstasy didn’t ebb, they only intensified when she felt Travis twitch inside her when she heard his low groan and felt him let go. His hands squeezed her ass hard as he came, the pleasure in his eyes so intense she almost climaxed again.
A few long, breathless moments later, he wrapped his arms around her sweat-soaked back and pulled her tightly against his warm body. Then he pressed a kiss to her head and murmured, “Thank you.”
Chapter Eight
Rachel spent the night entwined in Travis’s arms, enveloped in his embrace as his breath warmed her shoulder and his touch warmed her heart. She’d never spent an entire night with a man. She’d never even allowed a man in her bed. Her bed was her sanctuary. The one place the outside world couldn’t touch, and, until Travis, she’d never let anyone that far into her private world.
She thought about the only other man she’d been involved with. Paul, who’d always ushered her out of his apartment after their lovemaking, claiming he preferred sleeping alone. That hadn’t really bothered her, though, as she could never imagine sitting across from Paul at the kitchen table the morning after, sipping coffee the way she and Travis did now. It would have been unthinkable to do that with anyone. Until Travis. As she studied him, his dark hair tousled from sex and sleep, his eyes sleepy but sated, everything about the situation felt right.